Your Altar
The abundance of unholy thoughts I harbor about us compels me to question whether lust is truly a sin, or merely another illusion woven by human hands.
Tell me, how can one hold another with respect, and yet find their mind wandering to the gentle absence of her garments long after midnight?
How can devotion and desire occupy the same sacred space within a single heart?If this is wicked, then why does it feel so holy?
Perhaps that is what troubles me most.
That something condemned by so many can feel, at times, like the closest thing to worship.
